Despite the
wonderfully long, productive, and restful summer, something was missing. A
sense of adventure, unity, perhaps evolution. I gathered a couple of college
friends who shared the same thoughts, Ross and Abel. After a bit of combined
brainstorming, we found the perfect activity – a castaway vacation on the other
side of the world. Away from society and nearly all of technology, we would
live by ourselves on a remote island, given only hunting equipment and a roof
over our heads. There would also be a tour guide on the island’s outskirts to
give us walkies-talkies, but only in case of emergencies. All of us were
psyched, having never experienced anything like this in our lives. In a few
short days, we were on a plane to Indonesia, then on a boat to our destination:
the island known as Siroktabe.
“Alright
boys, your huntin' gear is in the hut over there. Let me show you 'round the
place.” The tour guide led us to our cabin. “Wow, this place is gorgeous.” Ross
said, staring into the sky. “Yeah, looks rad. Wonder what we'll be eating.”
Abel added. I remained silent, eagerly anticipating the next ten days. The
place was exactly as advertised – a roof over our heads. There were no beds and
the restroom was a hole with a changeable bucket. Besides the emergency
walkie-talkies, the closest thing we had to technology was the set-up cooking
pots outside hanging above flammable material.
“...and
that should be all ya boys need to know. Need anything urgent, feel free to
ask.” Our guide wrapped up his survival lecture. With that, we were free. “What
do we do first?” I wondered out loud. “I wanna try fishing up some dinner.”
Abel said, already unpacking the fishing rods. “I kinda wanna ensure us beds.”
Ross added, taking out equipment to chop and shave wood. “I guess I can, uh,
gather some materials from the forest?” I said, not wanting to be left out.
“Sweet, be back by sunset with some coconuts.” Abel said, attaching bait to his
hook. I smiled to myself as I ventured out into the forest with a knife and
basket.
Never
in my life have I smelled more natural air. Every leaf seemed to breathe freely
and all the wildlife could be heard, each chirp distinct from one another. The
only thing I had to worry about was stepping on snakes. I wandered for hours,
basket full of berries, herbs, and the occasional coconut. As I kneeled down to
pick up the last bit of food for the day, I noticed a hint of gray rock on the
surface under the ledge I was on. I hoped down, the drop being a mere seven
feet. Turning around, I was met with a tall, narrow entrance into the small
hill I had been on. More hints of rock poked through, making me realize that
I'd been on moss for awhile. Exploring the forest had been a wonderfully
adventurous experience, but nothing could top the mystery of a cave on a desert
island. I tip-toed into it, praying I wouldn't wake up some beast or step on a
snake.
Naturally,
everything was pitch black around me, except my backside. However, after just a
minute of walking, I noticed a light to my right. Carefully hugging the walls,
I sidled over to see what it could be. My foot suddenly dipped into air. Steps? I thought. To my surprise, I was right. I
slowly walked down the steps, beginning to see what the light was illuminating
and where it was coming from. Four holes were poked in the ceiling, three of
them small, one of them a bit bigger, being about the width of a man's leg. As
my eyes adjusted, I could spot unlit torches on the wall.
The
biggest spotlight was being shone down onto a stone platform. Two silver rings
rested on top. Mandarin Chinese, a language I somewhat knew from High School,
had been scrawled on the stone they were on. They started at the top right and
ran down the pillar. The characters were traditional – much more complex than
the version of Mandarin I had learned, but I could decipher a few. Without
thinking, I pushed both rings on my middle fingers to get them out of the way
of the text. “Hmm, silver.” I said to myself, reciting the characters I could
recognize. “Friend, hmm, I think that's a clothing article...dang, that's all I
can read.” I stepped away, feeling a little disappointed in myself.
I
still walked away happily of course, a basket full of food and two treasures on
my hands was something to celebrate. I walked back to the shore as fast as I
could, arriving just before the sun began to set. “Hey guys, I'm back!” I
exclaimed, holding up the basket of goodies. “Welcome back, Franky!” Ross said
back just as enthusiastically, looking up from his project. Abel slightly
turned his head away from the ocean. “Coconuts?” He asked. “You got 'em.” I
said. “Hehe, sweet.” Abel reeled in his last line. I looked over what the two
had done in my absence. Ross had tied rods of wood together to make rectangles
while Abel had an impressive amount of fish lined up on a wooden platform.
“Are
those the beds, Ross?” I asked. “Yeah. The frames are nearly done, now just
need an actual, uh, bed part to it.” I laughed. “No worries, we have shelter.
The ground near the beach doesn't sound too bad.” We spent the rest of the
night frying some raw fish with berries on the side. Can't say I enjoyed the
taste of fish over fire, but I the fact that I was starving made it so much
better. “What's on your hands?” Abel asked. “Oh, I found these rings in a cave.
Cool huh?” “Really?” Abel continued, taking a bite out of his fish. “That's
weird. Any Indiana Jones traps?” I laughed. “I can show you the cave tomorrow.”
“I wanna see.” Ross piped up. “We have enough food for another day or two, we
can explore tomorrow.” “Then it's settled.” We all happily agreed.
Day 2
All
three of us woke up early the next morning, ready to actually enjoy the island
instead of setting up our living space. I led them to the cave once we had
attempted to bathe in the ocean. “Oh God, who knows what lives here…” Ross said
as we walked through the woods. I shrugged, not wanting to scare him with any
snake sightings. “Just watch your step.” I said. After about 20 minutes of
walking, I finally knew where we were. “Oh, here it is!” I exclaimed as I felt
the mossy hill start to slope up. Ross and Abel followed my lead as I ran
ahead, then jumped down to the cave’s entrance. “Ooo, parkour masters over
here.” Abel joked as he walked down the side of the hill to join Ross and I.
“Haha, let’s go. There are steps in here, so walk slowly.” I replied.
“…this
is it?” Abel commented when we reached the dimly lit room that held the two
rings. “Yeah, the rings were right there on that pillar.” I pointed to the
center of the room. He went up to inspect the rock. “Chicken scratch.” He said,
looking at the Chinese symbols. When he leaned on the pillar, a shiver swept
down my spine. Ross walked up to it then kneeled down beside it, tracing the
symbols with his finger as if he could understand them. When his finger touched
the pillar, I felt another chill. “Nah man, it clearly says Ross is the best
name in America.” Ross joked. The shivering began to worry me. “Ha, ha…” I
tried to laugh, but I wasn’t comfortable. “Anyway, I’m gonna head back. Maybe
explore a little more, I dunno.” “Kay, I think I remember the way back to
camp.” Abel said, still trying to find something interesting in the room. I
exited the cave, wondering what made me so shaky.
Day 4
The
third day went by without a hitch, but my rumbling stomach woke me up the next
morning. The wonder and amazement of a deserted island was beginning to pale in
comparison to the desire to use technology again. I think Abel and Ross were
feeling the same way. We got a lot done today – more fishing and gathering, and
we finished making half decent beds, but none of us seemed too excited about
it. When we were all fishing together, Abel suddenly said “Arrgh, be right
back. Don’t come into the cabin.” I felt a jolt in my hands as he got up.
Holding the fishing rod straight became difficult. “What do you think he’s
doing?” Ross asked. “I don’t know.” I replied without interest. I couldn’t care
less about what Abel was doing, I was starting to get worried about my own
health.
Abel
returned in ten minutes, looking a lot more relaxed. “Ah, alright, back to
this.” He said as he sat down on the shore with us. “What’d ya do?” Ross asked.
“Nothing, just a bathroom break.” He answered. Several hours later, when we
were just passing time, Ross took a ten minute restroom break as well, asking
for privacy. My body tensed around the same time. When I had to use the
restroom later that night, it became obvious what they had done. Semen could be
seen and smelled in and around the small hole that was our toilet. I could
understand their needs – after all, four days away from society AND girls would
take its toll on any young adult male – but I sure as hell wasn’t going to be
the one to dispose of the waste this time. Now that I thought about it, I
wondered why I didn’t have the slightest urge to masturbate over the course of
the whole trip so far.
Day 5
Today
marked the half way point in our journey together. In five more days, we’d
return home to our modern life. That afternoon, I was gathering berries in the
forest as usual, when all of a sudden, my hands felt like they had been struck
by lightning. “AAAHH!” I yelled in agony, dropping my basket. The two silver
rings were tightening, squeezing my fingers harder than I thought was possible.
Both my forearms were bright red from pain as they began to shrink and change
proportions. At the same time, body hair began to fall out of my skin, no
longer attached to their follicles. I didn’t know whether or not I was
hallucinating as I watched my skinny, red arms shorten and become even thinner,
bringing my hands and wrists to very delicate dimensions. Thankfully, I only
had to suffer for a minute. The red hue began to fade, leaving me with tiny
arms attached to my regular lightly muscled biceps – it didn’t look right at
all. I was wearing a T-shirt and shorts, so my hairless body became apparent as
well.
"Oh
Lord..." I panted, looking down at myself. “What the fuck happened?” I
opened and closed my fists, noticing my nails had elongated in contrast to my
forearms. “Franky!!” I heard from a distance. It was Ross, running at full
spell towards me. He stopped in front of me, barely able to catch his breath.
“Jesus…dude…are…you…” He coughed. “You…okay?” He finally said. “Y-yeah.” I
stuttered, putting my hands behind my back. “I heard a…scream.” He said, still
breathing hard from his run. “Yeah, I, uh, stepped on a snake by accident. It
really scared me but I didn’t get hurt.” I lied. His eyes widened. “There are
snakes here?!?” He whimpered in fear. “Ha ha, yeah. That’s why you’re not the
gatherer.” I joked.
Once he was
at peace again, we walked back to the camp together. It wasn’t long before he
noticed something weird about me. “Yo, what happened to your arms? And, you
don’t shave your legs, do you?” I had to think of something to say. “It’s
weird, but I’ve been eating some odd berries here. I think they made me lose my
body hair, I hope it won’t get to my head!” “Shit, did we eat those, too?” “No,
don’t worry. I taste the berries before I give them to you guys. I was still
debating on whether this certain one was tasty enough. Even if it is, I won’t
pick any more of them.” I couldn’t believe he bought that. But then again, what
other explanation would there be? A few minutes later, he grabbed my arm. “What
the heck, nail clipper much?” “Hehe, they grow fast, don’t they?” I smiled,
hoping to stop talking about my weird arms. “I didn’t think you had such small
arms, dude.” “Yeah, I’m only 5’7’’, kinda short for a guy, ya know?”
Thankfully, he didn’t continue to inquire. I kept away from Abel for as long as
possible to avoid his inevitable questions, questions I needed an answer to
before anyone else.
Day 6
My
day began at 4 AM with a terrible stomach cramp. I regretted taking in a deep
breath through my nose. The small cabin reeked of semen. All of our beds were
next to each other and Abel wasn’t in his, so I knew what he was up to. Pain
was welling up inside of my body. Quiet pops could be heard from my bones. I
didn’t want to wake Ross, so I quickly stepped outside, groaning as I tried to
endure this while half asleep. “What the fuck is going on…!” I angrily
whispered as I walked away from the cabin. My whole body was shaking and I was
on the verge of falling to my knees. Fortunately, the ocean was quite warm, so
it was somewhat relieving to kneel in the shallow waves. Now, loud and abrupt
snaps and cracks plagued my ears as my skeleton compacted. I felt like I was
being crushed from the inside, withering into a twig of a man. The little
muscle I had was completely gone and my already shorter-than-average height
lowered to that of a young teenager’s.
“I’m
fucking shrinking.” I mumbled, panting and shivering. I couldn’t see nor feel
it, but my skin tone slightly tanned and softened as I sat miserably in the
sand. “Franky?” I heard a voice call. This time, it was Abel. My head perked
up, and the pain began to fade away. “A-Abel?” “Yo, what’re you doing out
here?” He asked. We were barely able to see each other. “I dunno man. I think
I’m sick. I hope I didn’t feed you guys any bad berries.” “Nah, they’ve been
good. Let’s get you back inside.” Abel wrapped his arm around me, his hand
touching my little arm. Any doubts I had of me actually shrinking were gone
when I leaned against him. I was definitely shorter. He didn’t comment on it –
maybe he didn’t notice – but I did feel him rub his hand against my upper arm.
I
slept for several more hours, waking up after everyone else. Once Ross and Abel
saw me in the light, they knew something was wrong. I was several inches
shorter, hairless below my neck, and somewhat tan. “Franky,” Ross began when I
walked out onto the shore. “I think you need to walkie-talkie yourself home.
You don’t look good.” “I’m fine.” I blurted out of stubborn habit. “Let’s stay
off the berries, okay? We’ll eat fish for the rest of the trip.” He suggested.
“Okay…” I couldn’t argue with him since I had blamed the berries on what was
happening to me. I didn’t even know if I was right or not.
I
felt minor disturbances in my body throughout the day, but nothing nearly as
alarming as the first two episodes. I still looked like a wreck. All of us did,
really. We wanted to go home, the life of surviving like this was hard. None of
us wanted to hunt, so our diet was almost only fish, and we didn’t get a lot
every single day. I was dealing with my unique problems, Ross just seemed
exhausted, but Abel almost acted like he was on withdrawal. Sane at times,
borderline about to break at others. At least we all contributed to our food
supply.
Day 7
Shit
hit the fan. As usual, I awoke early in the morning from some irritation. It
wasn’t pain this time, it was extreme discomfort. It felt like a slug was
crawling on my groin. When I stood up, my knees immediately bent in toward each
other, instinctively trying to pinch whatever was at my crotch in an attempt to
alleviate the sensation. I waddled out of the cabin before the other two woke
up, wondering what kind of fresh hell was in store for me. Once I was at my
regular sitting spot on the shore, I peered into my pants. A blood-curdling
scream was released when I saw my genitals, or what was left of them. My dick
was small, wrinkly, and attached to my scrotum as one disgusting, pinkish mass.
It looked like it was trying to make itself disappear. Bit by bit, it was
absorbed into my skin. I wasn’t kneeling this time, I had fallen to my ass in
fear the second I saw it.
My
shorts were way too big to stay on my wriggling body, and the small waves
carried them away before I could put them back on. With repulsive squishes and squashes, the entire thing eventually retracted. It could still be
felt burrowing inside of me, deepening a small canal. The leftover flesh
quivered, oh-so slightly darkening, distorting, and leaning outward as new life
began to blossom. Only whimpers could escape my mouth. With an unheard schlick, the tunnel in my body had
opened. I suddenly felt licks of the water reaching inside me as I sat on the
sand. “Eeek!” I squealed in a voice that didn’t sound familiar. I scurried
backwards on my ass as fast as I could, as if the waves were some kind of
dangerous animal.
Moments
later, I saw Ross and Abel running toward me, my initial shout must have woken
them. There was no excuse this time. I was pantless with a throbbing vagina in
clear view. I looked up at them without a word, only trying to cover it with my
legs. They were equally speechless.
A
few awkward seconds passed before Abel kneeled down next to me, pulling at my
legs. I didn’t offer much resistance. Without warning, he cupped his hand
around the pussy. I shrieked immediately. Ross didn’t hesitate in acting,
punching Abel in the back of his head before he got too much of a feel. When
Abel turned around, Ross sent another wallop directly to his face, bloodying
his nose and knocking him out cold. Then, he helped me to my feet. I didn’t
know what to say or how to react, I hadn’t even taken it all in. After another
awkward silence, he finally said: “Let me guess, berries?” I tried to laugh,
but I couldn’t. “I don’t know.” I wept, not expecting to start tearing up. “I
honestly have no fucking clue what’s going on.”
Ross
wrapped his arm around my shoulder as he walked me back to the cabin like Abel
had the morning before. I told him what had been happening, but I couldn’t
begin to come up with a reason as to why. As we were walking, my legs suddenly
began to shake, dropping me to my knees. “What’s wrong?” Ross asked. “I-I don’t
know.” That was the only thing I could say with my teenage voice. My lower body
was vibrating and I was gasping for air. Innards were slithering within my skin
down there, and with a booming crunch,
my hips flared out. Bits of fat slowly filled the gaps, rounding them with my
ass and thighs to unmistakably feminine proportions. “Aah…AAAH…” I huffed,
unable to describe the countless internal changes that ultimately made me into
a functioning woman.
At
the same time, my calves had trimmed down even further and my waist had
pinched, really emphasizing my lower body’s newfound shapeliness. “W-wow.” Ross
swallowed, looking at my exposed bottom half before helping me stand up again.
We finally made it back to the cabin and I put on another pair of shorts. Like
the rest of my clothes, they were still too big, draping just past my knees,
but they stayed on a little better with my bloated ass. I looked at Ross and
started crying again. “What’s happening to me…” Ross hugged me. “Don’t worry,
we’ll leave in three days and everything will make sense again.” “No it won’t!”
I shouted. “You saw what was between my legs!” Ross tightened his hug without a
word. “A-aah…” I uttered. Every pore on my body sizzled for a split second,
darkening my skin tone again. At the same time, I felt parts of my eyelids fold
into my face, turning them epicanthic. The color of my irises seamlessly
transitioned from hazel to dark brown.
When
I felt his hand start to run down my back, I pushed him away with more force
than intended. “S-sorry.” I mumbled. Ross leaned back in his seat. “Don’t worry
about it. I’ll keep you safe.” The way he said that made me feel like he wasn’t
talking to me as Franky, but as some frail flower. Needless to say, I didn’t
talk to Ross or Abel very much for the rest of the day.
Day 8
I
woke up with the sunrise on the eighth day, it was becoming a habit. The
disturbances I felt in my body came as no surprise. I’m not going to scream this time. I thought to myself. Two more days. I took a deep breath of
the ocean air. Strangely enough, this was one of the most peaceful moments I
had over the entire trip. I undressed, hoping to get a nice, quick bath in the
sea. The waves licking my bare, Asian legs somewhat eased the discomfort I felt
the skin on my chest crawl and swell. My brown nipples puffed out under the
hillocks that my pecs were becoming. My slim upper arms lightly padded
themselves with soft, feminine fat at the same time.
Fortunately,
the growing breasts didn’t exceed an A-cup in size, so I didn’t notice them too
much as I walked my body into the water. Their tenderness didn’t surprise me, I
didn’t think anything could surprise me at this point. The only two things on
my mind were going home and either coming to terms with being a woman or
waiting for whatever caused this metamorphosis to reserve itself. I saw a brief
reflection of my face in the water, the last bit of myself that was still
somewhat intact. I didn’t know if the water on my face was from the ocean or
from my eyes.
I
dried and redressed before Abel or Ross woke up, thinking how to interact with
them. I didn’t feel comfortable around Abel anymore, Ross was 50/50. I spent
the morning and early afternoon exploring the forest just to pass time. I
rejoined Ross and Abel on the beach around 4 PM. Abel and I looked at each
other for a moment, then he walked up to me. “Hey, uh, s-sorry about
yesterday…” Before I could respond, he continued. “It’s just, it’s like, uh,
been over a week in this damn place. Feel like I’m losing my mind, ha ha.” He
tried to laugh it off. I didn’t want to assume the worst of him, but I was
cautious. “It’s okay.” I uttered, not knowing what else to say. I was just
thankful my breasts couldn’t be seen through my baggy T-shirt.
Hours
later, after we had eaten another fish dinner, he randomly asked: “So, like,
you have a vag now? What’s up with that dude?” I could only tell him as much as
I knew, which was next to nothing. “Hmm,” he pondered. “Maybe those silver
rings?” That caught me off guard, I had actually forgotten I was wearing them.
“You think?” I answered, trying to take them off. It was impossible. “Oh man,
they’re stuck!” “Dude, I think they were cursed or something.” The notion was
ridiculous but I think I believed him. Just when I thought I may be able to
talk to Abel normally again, things went sour.
“So,
like, you gonna hook us up bro?” “What?” I questioned. “I mean, you’re our guy
friend but you have a freakin’ vag. You ought to know how much we’d want to
touch it.” I swallowed hard, not only because of anxiety, but also because I
felt my Adam’s apple melting down my throat. I coughed a few times as my Adam’s
apple melded with my neck, disappearing entirely. “Oh Lord…” I said with an
even higher, more female voice. “What happened?” Ross piped in, walking into
the cabin. I was relieved not to be alone with Abel. “Our boy’s gone through
puberty.” Abel joked. “Shut up.” I snapped back. “Wow, you’re right.” Ross
said.
Just
before we agreed on going to bed, I was struck with a splitting headache as I
walked into the restroom. The smell of cum didn’t help, either. “End it, please
just end it.” I pleaded to no one. I yanked at the rings on my fingers to no
avail. My jaw fractured itself, breaking from its hinges as the bone reshaped.
It pouted my lips out as it reconnected with the rest of my skull a few seconds
later. My mouth could only hang as my teeth and cheekbones drastically
highlighted themselves. With a simple pop, the bridge of my nose sank into my
face, slightly broadening my nostrils out.
I
held my hands to my head when my hair began to grow. Every strand lengthening
out of my head made it feel like I didn’t have a scalp and that some substance
was just flowing out of me. “Shit, right down to the long hair.” I said to
myself, feeling it graze past my shoulders. Dark, silky hair cascaded down
close to my lower back before stopping. Before I got to react, the two silver
rings became extremely hot around my fingers all of a sudden. “AAAAH, FUCK!” I
yelled, tugging at the devils. This time, they actually came off. There were no
burn marks on them.
“What’s
wrong?” Ross said with a yawn, peeking his head around the corner. I flinched
before turning around. “The rings came off after hurting me.” I responded as I
put them back on to see if they would hurt again. “Whoa, hey, Franky. You’re
pretty.” Ross commented. I took a second to digest his sentence. “W-what do I
look like?” I asked, knowing I couldn’t get a real answer since we didn’t have
mirrors. The only way to see a reflection was in the water. “Asian.” Ross
laughed. I rolled my eyes. “Thanks.”
“Well,
well, well, look at Ms. Deserted Island over here.” Abel commented, walking in.
“Hot damn, likin’ what I see, Franky.” “Uh, thanks, I guess.” Things felt
uncomfortable again. “No tits yet?” “Uhm, they’re…small.” I needed to get out
of here. “That’s cool, hope you enjoy it or whatever.” Abel said as he walked
away. I only got a few hours of sleep that night.
Day 9
Last day. Last full day. The boat’s coming
tomorrow. Yes! I thought as I woke up, naturally before Ross and Abel. I
went to grab my knife and basket for the last day out in the forest, which was
when I noticed something was off. The walkie-talkies the tour guide had given
us for emergencies were gone. I swear these were here yesterday, right? I
thought in a panic. We never used them so it was hard to recall. “She’s awake.”
I heard a whisper from the other room. “Let’s go.” Said the other voice. Both
Ross and Abel quickly walked up to me. Without a word, Abel grabbed my
shoulders and pulled me towards him. I couldn’t think, I only screamed and
kneed him in the balls. His hands were still on me but the grip was loosened.
As Ross got closer, I swung my body around, pointing the knife at him. The
sudden jerk freed me from Abel. “GET AWAY!” I shrieked, hands trembling.
Everything happened so fast, this brief pause felt like an eternity. I ran past
Ross with my knife out, scared out of my mind.
I
bust the door, hearing Ross run behind me. “Franky, wait!” He bellowed. Once I
had distance between us, I turned around, knife still pointed towards him. “I’m
not letting you guys touch me!” I shouted, tears welling up. “I don’t care if
you masturbate in the restroom, just stay away from me!!” “Franky, we need it!”
Ross yelled back, starting to run again. “We haven’t seen a girl in over a
week, can you blame us?! And you’re so fucking hot!” Now we were both running
and he was closing the gap. “Asians are fucking sexy! You know it, Abel knows
it, we all know it! Just give us your pussy for a day, dammit!”
I
couldn’t believe what I was hearing, especially coming from Ross. I had half
the mind to give in, let my two friends defile me for a day just so I wouldn’t
have to be in the situation I was in now. But that was wrong. No one – man or
woman – should ever be treated like this. That’s why I was preparing myself to
fight, even stab Ross if I had to. I couldn’t outrun him. He stretched his arms
out as he closed in on me, I saw it from the peripheral of my eye. Without
hesitation, I spun around and sliced the knife up through his arm. “AHG, FUCK!”
He screamed, falling to his knees while frantically wrapping his gaping wound
with his shirt. I didn’t look back, I kept running and made a turn into the
forest where I could hide. I was on the move for nearly an hour before I
stopped to rest.
I
pressed my hand against my chest to feel my racing heart, wondering if I had
taken the right course of action. I knew one thing was for sure – I would not
be sleeping tonight. The day passed very slowly even though I kept myself busy
for the most part. Eventually, I found myself back at the cave where this whole
mess began. I walked down to the pillar and placed the two silver rings back
onto it, wondering if anything would happen. To my surprise, the Chinese
writing began to glow, turning into English letters.
“The
one who wears both rings will become the object of friendly desires. One use.”
I read out loud. I sighed. “That explains a lot. Damn it all.” I took the rings
back. I could already feel that returning them would be pointless. I left soon
afterwards, not wanting to trap myself in an underground room in fear of the
worst case scenario.
Once
night fell, living became more complicated. The only natural lighting came from
the moon, making staying in the woods potentially more dangerous than the open
beach. My stomach growled as I trekked back, only having eaten a few berries
the entire day. I slowed down when the cabin was in view, trying to spot where
Ross and Abel might be. No sleep, I
reminded myself. I sat on the sand that was as closest to the forest, hoping I
would remain out of sight. Staying awake became agonizing. Not only was it
hard, but it was wicked boring. I could only entertain myself with water and
sand for so long.
Day 10
It
was 3 AM and I was still awake, waiting for the sunrise. I passed time by
making awful sandcastles and drawing letters in the sand. But now, I was
beginning to fade. I didn’t know what time it was which really made it harder
to stay motivated. I laid myself down on my back, hoping I could rest my eyes
without falling asleep. To keep my mind active, I thought about what had
happened over the last several days. Even now, everything felt surreal. I swept
my hand down my body to my groin, as if I had to feel my vagina again to make
sure it was still real. “I’m a girl. I’m a girl and I’ll never have a penis
again.” I mumbled to myself. I brushed my fingernails against my breasts.
“These are actually boobs. Don’t really feel like it, but they are.” I rubbed my
hands against my arms and legs. “I’m small, petite, even. Skin’s smooth, it
feels good. This is my life now…”
I
almost dozed off many times, but was barely able to keep it together. My eyes
widened in excitement when the sun finally rose. Yes, finally…! My legs wobbled from fatigue as I stood up. Now, I
needed to stay around the cabin to watch for the boat, but also stay out of
Ross’s or Abel’s sight. The final few hours passed dreadfully slow, but neither
Ross nor Abel came out of the cabin at all. Then, around 9 AM, the boat could
be seen riding up to the island. An energetic burst carried me as I ran across
the sand to the pier. I ran up to the guide, a different man than the one we
met over a week ago, smiling brightly but also looking like a mess with my
baggy clothing and sand in my long hair. “Hi!” I exclaimed. Good, he’s not the same. That means he
shouldn’t expect three boys. “Hey. I’m here to pick up three people. Where
are the other two?” “Uhh, in the cabin, I think?” I said, not knowing the
answer. “Can you go wake them up or something?” He asked. “I…I really can’t.
I’m sorry sir, but could you do?” He didn’t understand why, but didn’t question
it. Moments later, he brought out Ross and Abel, both with all kind of cuts and
scrapes, and both half asleep. When Abel saw me, he tiredly said: “There she
is! The bitch!” “Guessing you three didn’t get along?” The man asked. “It’s not
uncommon for even the best of friends to be at each other’s throats when
they’re all stuck on an island together for this long. You’ll all be home soon,
don’t worry.”
I
didn’t ask what had happened between Ross and Abel because I simply didn’t
care. All three of us were on the verge of falling asleep in the boat as we
sailed back to the mainland, and then were shuttled off to the airport. Since I
wasn’t near the two boys on the plane, I could finally sleep easy.
What
I was most worried about was going back home to my mother and her seeing what I
had become. Luckily, once I had proved I was Franky, she quickly accepted my
story and had no problem calling me her daughter. Since Ross and Abel had
returned to society, they quickly regained their characters and could also
vouch for me. I nor they told anyone about the ‘craziness’ that went down on
the island. I didn’t realize it, but I was clamoring for technology about as
much as they were. Not a second spent on my phone or computer was taken for
granted.
Being
around my mom became more of a joy than usual since she made me feel
comfortable in my new skin, excitedly showing me all kinds of girly accessories
and clothing. “Oooooh Whitney~!” My mom busted into my room the day after I got
home. I didn’t respond right away. “Whitney? Is that my name?” I asked with a
smile. “Yes, honey. It suits you so well, don’t you think?” I agreed. “We have
a lot of shopping to do, girl! Let’s go, I won’t hold back in creating your new
wardrobe!” “Uh, yeah, okay!”
The sheer
amount of clothing and accessories was baffling. As a guy, I’d often buy a pair
of jeans with some shirts and call it day. Now I was presented with all kinds
of different tops with different cuts, colorful shorts, skirts, and pants, and
a lot of frilly underwear. And that was just the clothing – I couldn’t even
count how many hair pieces, blush brushes or lipsticks there were. We shopped
till we dropped. I had forgotten how good it felt to wear clothes that fit me.
The next several days sort of blended
together. I still had a couple of weeks before school, but my mom didn’t wait
in making sure the world knew about my new identity. She did most of the work
in issuing me a new passport, driver’s license, and general ID, as well as
snapping random pictures of me to post to her Facebook. As for me, it didn’t
take long to realize that I liked being a woman a lot more than being a man. I
felt like I was starting on a clean state, that I was free from the socially
awkward personality I had developed over the past few years.
Now the summer was finally drawing to a
close. As I was thinking about how different my college life would be now, I
heard my mom start up her “Oooooh Whitney~!” that she loved to greet me with.
“Yes mom?” “It’s time for the annual picture! I think this will be the best one
yet!” Every year before I went to school, my mom had me sit on a small slab of
rock in front of our house for a picture, loving to see how different they
looked each year. This particular one
had my mom excited for obvious reasons. “I’ll be right there.” I replied with a
smile, looking for what to wear. I threw on an Aztec-inspired tank top that I
tucked into my high-waisted shorts, followed by the two silver rings I had kept
from the island.
I sat on the rock like I always had,
smiling as brightly as possible. “Whitney, your smile is breathtaking!” My mom
exclaimed. “But you’re not a guy anymore, so close your legs a bit!” That got a
laugh out of me. “Hahaha, oops!” The camera snapped, marking my first
appearance in our family photos as Whitney Louis, a girl who was eager to learn
about herself and the world around her.
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